A City That Doesn't Know Your Name

Cracked sidewalks hold stories no one reads,

a rat darts past the pile of old papers.

Storefronts stare blank, windows like tired eyes,

reflecting a sky too cold to care.

Glass crunches underfoot, shards of quiet,

the city hums a song without words.

I walk through its veins, invisible,

a ghost among cracked stones and cold light.